Harry stared as Hermione left the compartment. She was bossy, rude and from the looks of it, an extreme know-it-all. It would be an effort not to hate her.
Ron caught his glance and rolled his eyes as another boy, accompanied by his two bulkier friends, entered the train and swaggered over to them.
"So, it's true then," he sneered. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." He smiled dangerously, and strode even closer to Harry and Ron. "My name's Malfoy," he continued. "Draco Malfoy."
Ron had to pretend he was coughing to hide a laugh. The action was not missed my Malfoy, who gave Ron a death glare. If looks could kill, Ron would be dead.
"Think my name's funny, do you?" he snarled. "No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley!"
Harry and Malfoy exchanged a glance. His cold eyes pierced Harry like daggers. "I think you'll find you're better off hanging around other people, Potter. You don't want to become friends with the wrong sort."
Ron's ears had turned scarlet. "I think he can tell the wrong sort out for himself, thanks."
Harry gaped at Ron before turning back to Malfoy. He had offered out his hand to Harry's, and Harry stared at it hard, thinking on what he should do. Hermione had only just stepped back into the compartment when Harry extended his own hand, and shook Malfoy's.